"Something like that. Actual population counts for vampires aren't very accurate, for obvious reasons, but one of us is too many. My species has a bad habit of playing with their food."

Devin isn't quite certain what to make of this young woman, but she's not treating him like a pariah, which he appreciates. Normal conversation isn't something he gets all that often (if this could be called normal), and even though she's perhaps a tenth his age, he'd be willing to talk with her more and on other subjects, assuming he's to be stuck here for long enough that his usual rules about social interaction won't apply well.